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They were called |
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Katusyhas, but we called them |
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Stalin's Organs 200 |
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MM devastating fire |
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When streets hiss, and falling block, kisses desperate flesh |
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Stukas plunging, as skylines reform |
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Spreading madness, in the gun factory |
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Which had become something of a rallying point in the last few days |
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I can tell they fear us, by the way they fire |
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We infiltrate, we wade through hip-deep filth |
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And then we come at them from below |
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Now that your name has been changed, will any remember your name? |
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And why was |
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I, so led away? |
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And what secret laid? |
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In the blood soaked block |
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On the fountain made... |
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Return, return, return |